July 27, 1969 - Hinman End
Mary shook the living room sleepers. "Bobby, Bobby, wake up. Breakfast. Wake up, Gary. Come to the kitchen." Bobby flinched at the words, his nerves still on edge. He wondered why he was so jumpy, as last night he and Gary had come to an understanding. Everything, or rather everyone, was finally falling in line. Bobby nudged Gary, but Gary refused to budge. Bobby joined the girls, and they wolfed down bacon and eggs. Once the pot and beers wore off, Gary's pain had returned with a vengeance. The wounds felt hot to the touch; the area swollen. New blood stains covered the throw pillow. Gary realized Sadie had lied about the wounds looking better. It was just another Family con to get him to agree to go to Spahn's. By now, Gary had lost a lot of blood, more than even he realized. The infection was seeping through his system, giving him a fever. For the first time since Manson's attack, Gary felt truly ill. Gary drifted back to sleep, his system too weak to remain...
